Strawberries are the first fruit to come into season in the Lowcountry. When the strawberry farms open, we flock out to the fields to get our first taste of spring. Strawberries can be traced back to the Greeks and the Romans. Medieval stonemasons carved strawberry designs on altars and around the tops of pillars in churches and cathedrals, symbolizing perfection and righteousness.
The Backyard Tourist offers up some practical and professional advice on how to make every picture count.
As soon as the sun comes out for good each spring in the Lowcountry, the azaleas explode, ornamental fruit trees pop, and all manner of wildlife joins the chorus. Meanwhile a ubiquitous clicking signals one of two things: the marsh at low tide crawling with fiddler crabs or the annual return of The Non-Indigenous Shutterbug, (known in scientific circles as Photographicas Ohio).
The Charles Street Gallery presents new work by Benton Lutz, April 20 through May 5, 2012. Meet the artist at the opening reception, 5:30-until on Friday, April 20th, with live music by the Side Street Walkers. Lutz is well-known in the Lowcountry for his thoughtful humor, visual storytelling and daring paintbrush.
Even when John Morris Russell speaks to a small group, there is an energy level that cannot be denied. The newly named music director and principal conductor of the Hilton Head Symphony Orchestra simply can’t seem to help himself as he waves his arms and gestures into the air, with expressions of passion and joy, as if he were on stage conducting a Joseph Haydn symphony.
Come enjoy Happy Hour with the “Don,” Saturday, April 14th, from 6 to 8 pm. Don De Luca is the protagonist of Guy J Tirondola’s debut novel, THE ACCIDENTAL DON: A Man Caught Between Two Identities. Guy’s grandfather, Joe Malizia, inspired the creation of Don De Luca. “Papa Joe” owned the legendary Joe’s Spaghetti House, which occupied the same building that currently houses the Port Royal Pasta Company, and is the setting for the novel.
After our last issue hit the street, a few of you emailed or Facebooked me to ask, “Where’s your column?!” You have no idea how touched I was to know you missed me – or at least noticed my absence. And though the vast majority of you didn’t email or Facebook me, I trust you’re silently longing for an explanation, too.
“I well remember that last meal on the Titanic. We had a big vase of beautiful daffodils on the table, as fresh as if they had just been picked. Everybody was gay, and people were making bets on the probable time of this record-breaking voyage.” ---First-class passenger Lady Duff-Gordon